Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm…. The crimson night, the thunderstorms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling your… Continue reading
The last chance motel. Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the long highways,… Continue reading
Sway with me. The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was… Continue reading
Black roses. Cynthia, eyes of stone with a cigarette in mouth. Whiskey breathe woman, looked me up and down, like a place of mystery. She asked me, what did you need soldier? I… Continue reading
Time after time 1- The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast. We learn too late, every words spoken,… Continue reading
Pretty pictures. I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly. She smiled… Continue reading
Sacred places and sweet dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories are like good red wine. Become more valuable with time and separation. Sacred places and sweet dreams.. She traced my skin with… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter. I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the days… Continue reading
Time waits for no-one. The fatality of youth, we believe. We will never grow old and we learn with time. Time is a heartless friend. One day, our face of youth, our energy… Continue reading
We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart. I’m 67-year-old. I don’t believe I’m wiser than when life was to be lived and challenged. Time is moving so quickly. Old dreams… Continue reading